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Friday, 16 August 2013

I honestly dread the day that comes when I don't love my birthday. I hope it never happens. I don't understand those people that cringe when their birthday is approaching. The people who don't want to celebrate it or say oh its just another day. I feel sorry that they want to just let it slide past uneventfully. Um no its not just another day, its your BIRTHDAY!!

I feel we should all take the time, (it only comes around once a year!) to enjoy the fact that this is your day, a whole day (or month if you're me) about you. Where your family and friends celebrate and give thanks and gratitude to YOU. It may sound silly but I love celebrating birthdays, not strictly just mine, I love making someone feel special and putting thought into a gift, a party or just words in a card. Yes you may share this date with millions of others around the world but it is special because it is YOUR date.

Don't look at it as a pain or another dreaded day to be swept under the rug, look at it as a moment to take stock of your life, who and what is in it. For me, I treat each birthday like New Years Eve, its a second chance to take a minute to appreciate everything around me and to reassess my path I am on and what direction I want to go. A time to show appreciation for whoevers special day it is, as we all know we get caught up in the hustle and bustle and often forget to be appreciative of people in our life. Treat birthdays as a reminder to show thanks for that person. I may look silly getting so excited over my birthday, it may be viewed as immature but it makes me happy, feel GOOD, invigorated and super excited- how can that be silly? It's a breathe of fresh air as another year passes. Time to reflect and be grateful for life. And to celebrate ME!

Monday, 12 August 2013

Iwent out on the weekend which is a becoming a more rare experience each month. As a creature of habit I find my guilty pleasure lies in staying in, having a nice dins with the rents and being in bed early. Dont worry, I'm seeking help for this addiction. Anyways, I discovered a few pet hates from the clubzzz* that I wish to share with you:

#1When guys dance with you and put their hands on your hips to move you. No thanks, I may dance like an awkward white gurl but you trying to steer this ship makes me move even more stiffer than an ironing board.

#2Girls in the toilets. What makes going to da clubz suddenly extend your bladder emptying experience to four times the length? We all know that waiting in the line is a bitch so why not respect the sistahood and get in and out in an efficient space of time?

#3 Dancefloor pickup lines. A boy smiled at me and squeaked said "you are just soo cute!!". Thanks, you have just ever so smoothly taken me from thinking I was semi pleasing to look at to now having made me feel like I am a small novelty kitten, now boys come at me! WTF

#4Taxis. Job description: to pick up one roadside human and deliver them to the safety of their home. Repeat. Why on earth do they all drive by you so it becomes a lucky dip when a cab finally stops to get you? If there is no one in your car, this means you are free...to DO YOUR JOB!

#5 Age. Few people asked how old I was as I was out for a birthday outing (mine). And by people, I mean small children. Small male children. Clearly all my own age bracket were at home tucked up in bed doing the sensible thing. These children then proceeded to die in shock horror surprised by the fact, that I could actually be their older sister/babysitter as opposed to their winning catch for the evening. Eww save me the trauma of their fresh baby faces!

#6 Stage 10 clingers. Or as I like to call them, pillars. They all stand around the outskirts of the dancefloor just watching. Everytime you accidentally glance that way, oop there they are! Maybe I'm being paranoid...no, no there they are again. Creeeeppppyyy

#7 When the DJ slows the music to a dead beat. How awkward is it when you're all Britney Bitch on the dancefloor then Mister Music does some weird morph of the beatz and you go from fist pumping to slow motion still, accompanied by nervous giggle and looking around challenging anyone to do something different. When the people are moving keep the music moving!

#8Boys Dancing. This isn't a pet hate at all. I revert to #6 and admit I too become a pillar when there is a guy who knows how to dance. I love it, so fascinating and hot. I am partial to watching someone shuffle and even more partial when an everyday type of street fella walks in all So You Think You Can Dance, busts out and just owns the space, then struts off like 'whatevs yeah I just did that'. But if he dares puts those hands on my hips the magic dies and I become a pillar in all senses of the word. Sigh..

#9Compliments. I had a Gatsby dress theme just for shits because who doesn't love a dress up? However I was regularly stopped to be complimented on my outfit, which was really really lovely. Besides the fact our modern culture meant that majority of my public complimeters confused the term 'flapper' for 'slapper'. Slapper it is!Contrary to how this post sounds I actually had a really fun night and could be easily persuaded to do it again! (in another years time- let's not get too carried away)* saying clubzzz makes me feel cool

About Leesh

Welcome!
Its so nice of you to visit, my name is Leesh and I am from The Shire. This little ditty is my chance to direct all my creative energy and thoughts that swirl around in my head and I hope some of it can entertain you. I like Harry Styles, self help blogs, Tim Tams, over-thinking everything, investing possible life savings into music, guessing if people are married on public transport, all forms of reality TV, wishing I was somebody's groupie, dancing like its the 80s, and the joys of being incredibly awkward at life.
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